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From: CosmoFan47

That was a fascinating chapter! I'm working on what the School Master's name will be in my SGE FanFic, but haven't made any final choices yet. Maybe I'll have the readers decide! I could have a Poll! I've never done a Poll before, but you've inspired me to do so! Thank you!

SwanDestiny:

Oh, yeah, the other thing that's related to A World Without Princes. -cough cough- In case none of you read a World Without Princes, I'm not gonna give you the spoiler alert. I literally went online to search for a name that means evil but all of them sound very... odd. And yay for your poll! After I'm done with this chapter, I guess I could vote for it! EVERYBODY HERE GO VOTE FOR CosmoFan47's poll... Or not. I don't really know if you wanted that known to public or not, CosmoFan47, so sorry if you didn't want everybody here to know... Yeah, this thing is getting pretty long.

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From: kikipanda825

This is my favorite story on the SGE fanfic page! Keep updating daily, you are the only person who does! Once again, great story.

SwanDestiny:

Aww... Thank you, kikipanda825! :D Though considering there isn't much of a School For Good and Evil fandom here... Oh well, I'm still really happy to know you feel that way! Thanks for all the complements, and I'll update daily as long as I have time!

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Onto the chapter now!


Agatha didn't know what happened.

She woke up in a gloomy mood. Maybe it was the thundering clouds outside the glass window, but Agatha thought it was more than that. There was an unsettling feeling inside her, causing her stomach to tie into knots and her breathing to increase every time she would turn her head outside the glass.

Something else was bothering her too. The usual mist that surrounded one point of the blue mountains was uncovered, and all she could see was darkness when she looked closely at it. Under the veil of mist, Agatha expected something that would give her a serene feeling, admiring the scenery of the black mountains. But now she sensed something... Evil, creeping and crawling inside them.

Agatha shuddered and turned, a spooky feeling falling onto her. It made her feel so creeped out, like a graveyard should. It was almost like a warning of death...

She sighed. "Probably nothing." She muttered to herself over, and over again, but she couldn't help but turn back to look at the black mountains, only to hurry off in a direction to get away from the sight.

"It's nothing..." Agatha murmured, combing her hair, exhaling. "See?" She told herself. "Nothing."

Once her hair was in it's usual sheen, Agatha pulled on her school uniform, avoiding the view outside her room's window.

She washed her face, trying not to imagine the water as the lake she was so sure that lay deep in the mountains.

She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but the lake she saw yesterday in the mirror seemed to be hidden in the black mountains. It made sense, after all: The cloak of mist surrounding something near the blue forest - that was the black mountains, and then the image of the lake. It had to be related!

Agatha dried her face with a towel, the smooth and soft cloth making her want to hide there forever. So much has changed since last year... Sometimes she wanted to just run away from it all. It was frightening. Her best friend turned into a destructive monster, finding prophecies that didn't exactly scream happy endings...

"I need to see Tedros," Agatha decided.

She didn't know why, but she just knew she had to see him... Otherwise she might be in this state of mind for awhile.

It was as if then she spun around by accident, seeing the black mountains again.

Thunder boomed in the distance, like the sound of the drums of the earth. Dark grey clouds loomed over the mountains, as if threatening to strike the sky any minute with a crackle of electricity.

Then there was a loud banging. Rain.

Terrified, Agatha fled.

She teared through the halls, only to see Good students rushing towards Good Hall as well.

Agatha's heart pounded. If everyone was headed towards one place for one announcement with an evil feeling outside - This'll be nothing good, wouldn't it?

"Students!" Professor Dovey called, clapping her hands for order. Beatrix, Reena, and Millicent halted at the sight of a teacher.

"Oh no..." Professor Anemone looked outside, seeing red lights flickering from the mountains. Agatha's heart dropped.

Could Sophie be there?

In the corner of her eyes, Agatha spotted Tedros in the middle of the confusion, talking to Chaddick with a hand on the hilt of his sword, as if knowing that war would break out any minute.

"Tedros!"

The topic was unavoidable now: Agatha had the sense - the sense all the Good and Evil had against each other - that Sophie was in there, and she was the cause of all this. She would create chaos, and befall destruction all of them.

She paused for a moment. The Sophie that once was her best friend. Agatha was constantly reminded of this, that Sophie and her were the greatest pair, the ones who made it up to each other everytime. Sophie saved her from the Storian's dagger, and Agatha saved Sophie. They created balance in each other's lives...

Not this time.

Tedros saw her, and rushed to meet her as Agatha thought she might fall.

Then the tears came.

"I- It's Sophie." Agatha managed to get out before breaking down into Tedros's arms.

Tedros looked confused for a second, and Agatha wanted to say sorry. Sorry for existing, sorry for being such a mess, sorry for bringing Sophie and turning her into a witch she never wanted to be, sorry for putting your life in danger...

"It's okay, Agatha." Tedros placed a kiss on her forehead, and her tears stopped for a moment.

"I'm sorry." She muttered, tears threatening to pour out again.

She wished it would all stop, the crying and all. It was like a solid wall, preventing her from communicating and causing her to look like a delicate and fragile princess.

Agatha wanted to break through the barriers and do something... But she couldn't.

"Tears are as powerful as a smile," Agatha realized.

But she was safe. Safe in Tedros's arms, where she would always be.

"I can be strong for Tedros..." Agatha thought. "Tedros won't always have to guard me, like the prophecy said he would leave my side for only a bit. I can do this."

Agatha looked up, her eyes shimmering and her lips quivering.

Then they kissed.

The chaos and havoc seemed to fade away like a dream, as Agatha felt herself floating above the clouds again. The black mountains seemed to only become a distant rumble as Agatha and Tedros were caught up in a sweet kiss.

After that, everything seemed to cease.

All the shouts were silenced, and the threats of the black mountain turned into dust as a layer of mist covered the mountains again.

Agatha rested her head on Tedros's shoulder as they remained that way, everything returning to normal, the sounds of war turning back to a dream again.


Anadil awakened, feeling a strange urge to march up the black mountains.

She then shook her head. "What the heck were the black mountains?" She thought.

Anadil rolled out of her bed, only to face a sight she never saw before outside her mossy and vine infested window.

Black mountains.

Then the urge came back again, even stronger than before.

Anadil tried to turn away but she couldn't.

It was evil, but not her standards of evil. It was like a warning to everyone - Evil and Good. The power unmatched by anyone, except the best of Good.

Anadil shivered. She had to ignore this feeling, no matter how strong, no matter how good it would make her feel to climb that mountain.

"Hester! Wake up! I need to tell you-"

There was no answer. Utter silence. No sounds of Hester practicing spells, or Dot munching on pieces of chocolate.

Anadil slowly turned, as if not willing to believe it.

Because there lied to empty beds, black rags thrown to the ground.

Anadil let out a silent scream. How could this happen? WHY?

Only a moment later, Anadil burst out of the room, only to see Evil students marveling at the black mountains that were once shaded with mist. Anadil paused for a moment.

What if the black mountains were the cause? She after all, had a feeling to go there.

The itching feeling was back, but Anadil pushed it to the back of her mind - or tried too.

Soon, she was running towards the front gates.

The feeling was irrestitable at this point. She just had to follow it, as if her life would depend on it.

Anadil hated it.

She was miserable as her legs moved on their own, the fastest they ever ran.

Anadil tried to cause her finger to glow green to cast a refreshing spell on herself, or a barrier, so she could go back to finding Hester and Dot, but to no avail. It was as if she was mind controlled-

Anadil's eyes widened? Could that hogwash of a prophecy actually be true?

She turned to a corner, almost reaching the front gates.

Then she stopped.

The feeling stopped bothering her, and Anadil looked at her finger, seeing it glow it's usual green.

Anadil let out a sigh of relief. Now she had to look for Hester and Dot.

Her eyes darted outside a creaked open door.

Anadil stepped outside.

Because there lied Hester and Dot, fallen to the ground.


SwanDestiny: Considering I only got two reviews, I'll just leave you guys with some questions to answer (Reviews Aknowledgements at top):

1. How's the Tagatha? ... :)

2. I tried working with paragraphs like the School For Good and Evil should be (looking at my second POV of Anadil... That part wasn't working as well), do you like it that way? Am I doing good?

3. Is my writing improving? (Just a question...)

4. Do you see the foreshadowing? (Gotta love the figurative language/foreshadowing!)

5. Should I start writing my Percy Jackson/Heroes of Olympus story (many of you seem to know about this series...)

Alright, that's all. Bye!